Luohou Regains His Memories

"All experts above the Quasi-Saint realm, proceed to the Purple Cloud Palace!"

Across the lands of Hong Huang, countless living beings were stunned, but not surprised, because Hongjun, who had slain the Heavenly Dao, was now Hong Huang's Heavenly Dao.

And it was a Heavenly Dao with its own thoughts. Thus, they could not help but worry about Hong Huang's future.

Summoning Quasi-Saint experts at this time was obviously related to Hong Huang's future. Only Quasi-Saints were qualified to speak on such matters.

The Demon Race, Witch Race, Human Race, Heavenly Court, dragons, phoenixes, qilins, the various God Races, holy lands, sects, clans... Every expert above the Quasi-Saint realm across Hong Huang headed for the Purple Cloud Palace.

Even the Witch Race did so. They had once respected neither the Heavenly Dao nor the Dao Ancestor, but that did not mean they were fools.

How powerful must Hongjun himself be, if he could even destroy the Heavenly Dao? They did not think their little sister, Ancestor Witch Houtu, could defeat him!

Thus, they chose to follow their hearts and heed Hongjun's summons.

In truth, they did not know that Hongjun had only been able to devour the Heavenly Dao because the Heavenly Dao had brought it upon itself. It had insisted on making Hongjun merge with the Dao, directly creating the conditions for devouring—and for someone so exceptionally gifted, comprehending, and ambitious at that.

Otherwise, as a Heavenly Dao Realm existence commanding all authority over Hong Huang, the Heavenly Dao would have been beyond Hongjun's reach even if he had been ten thousand times stronger.

One powerful existence after another tore through the chaotic winds and appeared in the Purple Cloud Palace.

Most of them were among the three thousand guests of the Purple Cloud Palace. A small number were